At_Last

Lake G.F.E. McGuiness

Cool mornings on the lake Echoes enrapture Crickets' fretting prate, Mockingbird's capture, Waters in whispers Nonetheless flowing, How can I heal If I can not feel? Bobcat quarry, lurking, Still rabbit, jacked, Falcon slowly circling, Hawking wolves in packs. Butterflies savor Flowering bounties. This place! Hungered of her trace.

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